Friday, June 29, 2012

A weekend in Sarahland



Now that summer is almost/sort of arrived, so has fishing season.  This means I have many free weekends ahead as Scott and Holly and assorted friends and relatives will be off fishing and me and Tigs will be at home.  We’ll join them a few times, but alas, the allure of the waves, the lack of hygiene and the smoky campfire doesn’t hold as strong of a pull for us as it does for them.

And I have to stay home and work on my baking with my new apron from Prestos Pizza! Check them out on Facebook and get your own free apron too!

I started to detail the events of last weekend in paragraph form but it was getting too lengthy, so instead I’ll try this style instead.

 
Friday I journeyed home in the rain; walked the dogs minus Holly, thus they didn’t complain.

Cakes were baked in anticipation; At Michaels I shopped with some trepidation.

Candy melts, squeezy bottles, sprinkles and such; left me wondering why I’d spent quite so much.

A rattly micro, a frightened dog, and then I’m left with a moose that looks more like hog.


By ten that night, our guest dog had gone home, cakecups and cakepops were finally all done

Saturday awoke early to a warm sunny glow; turns out it was a candle that I’d left burning, oh no!


A glance at the pops, and I wasn’t too thrilled; another mix, some blending and 24cups were soon filled

Then a drizzly walk with Tigs, such a pleasant start; then racing off to the opening of the new PetSmart

Some shopping, contest entries and a stop for supplies; a bundle of beef bones for Tigs, he couldn’t believe his eyes!

Next task, dip the berries and ice the swiss cake; sort through the cake pops and cups and decide which to take,




Pick up one friend, go to visit another; 30 minute wait at the border, *sigh* oh brother...

 
At last we were in the land of the free, or Land of Awesome Cheap bargains as it’s known to me

Cake pans, a blouse, leopard shoes and camp chairs; our last stop Fred Meyer for groceries and housewares


Home again, home again jiggidy jig, and waiting to greet me was my best buddy Tig.


A sleep in on Sunday and then laundry in tall hills, a two hour nap cured all of my ills.

Afternoon of leisure with man’s best friend, worked on his new book as the day drew to an end.

To parody a bestseller, is tacky you say; just means you haven't seen Tiggy's Fifty Shades of Stay!